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Yes, I did it, I really did it! I’m posting the secret, which no recipe I found anywhere told, so take notes.

This recipe was at the Hellman’s site and is listed elsewhere as the Fanny Farmer recipe. I did it a leetle bit differently, and I’ll do it a little bit more differently the next time I make it–or maybe I won’t: Charlie has commented twice that it’s really good.

As we all know, emulsions are colloids, heterogeneous mixtures composed of tiny particles suspended in another immiscible (unmixable) material.

Easy Blender Mayonnaise

  • 1 egg
  • 1/2 teaspoon dry mustard
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 2 tablespoons lemon juice (can use white vinegar)
  • 1 cup salad oil (some say 1 1/4 cup–I used 1 1/4 cup)

Break egg into blender container. Add mustard, salt and vinegar. Add 1/4 cup of the oil. Cover and blend on low speed. Immediately uncover and add remaining oil in a steady stream. Makes 1 1/4 cup.


So many other recipes said to add the first of the oil drop by drop, I didn’t put the oil into the food processor (I don’t have a blender) with the eggs; I added 1/4 cup of it drop by drop, by taking a spoonful and feeding it drop by drop through the hole in the top of the food processor (yes, it spit on me and I had to wash my glasses twice during the process). When the 1/4 cup of oil was nearly gone, I started drizzling in the rest of the oil. All this time, the motor has to be going.

Here’s the secret: Keep adding the oil, slowly, even though the mixture keeps looking like cake batter. All of a sudden–POOF!–it gets thick. It’s amazing. The more oil you add, the thicker it gets. That’s–what’s the word?–counter-intuitive.

When I make it again, I’ll try it the way they say to do it, and I’ll add less oil, because it’s thicker than I’d like. I could thin it with more lemon juice or a bit of water, but I’ll try less oil.

This mayonnaise has a personality of its own–not just something to keep the bologna from sticking to the roof of your mouth. I’m told one can flavor it with herbs, and I’m like, “Really? Ya think?” Okay, that was snotty, but that’s like saying you can actually BOIL stuff in WATER and make SOUP!!!!

If you prefer “salad dressing” (ICK), you may add powdered sugar until the resulting mess is as sweet as you like (YUCK). Just sayin’.

Anyway, I’m singing the Mr. Rogers Proud Of You song. 🙂


writing prompt: Have a character master some technique he/she has been trying to master. Have him/her have nobody with whom to share it. Is that the end of the story?

‘Member yesterday, when the ground all shook and stuff? That was not an earthquake, that was I (grammatically correct), doing a Snoopy dance. It goes like this: *danse danse, danse danse*. Sry. Put your tchotchkes back on de shelf. I’ll wait.

The reason I’m so pumped is that I’m about to sign THREE contracts with Echelon Press to reissue my three electronic novels. When up at the Echelon website, they’ll be available as PDF downloads and in all kindsa electronic formats for various e-readers. I’ll tell you about them, one by one.

EEL’S REVERENCE- fantasy/sf
This one was re-titled EEL’S REVENGE by previous publisher, over my objections. It isn’t about revenge, it’s about reverence. The publisher thought, and I had to agree, that revenge sounds more action-packed than reverence, although we have since learned that people will do worse in the name of their religion than they will in the name of their pride. In EEL’S REVERENCE, an elderly “Aunt” (priest of Micah) is mugged and then rescued by a young mermayd (male, at the moment, and equipped with a gill-band). They fall afoul of the local priests, who use the people’s piety for personal gain. Aunt Libby is a very frail figure to stand between the priests in charge of religion and the people willing to lead a “Holy” War to restore “true” worship.


writing prompt: Pick a minor story from the newspaper and write about the religious implications. Or pick a story from a religion page/newsletter/magazine and write a story about its implications in someone’s life.

WHAT am I doing wrong? I’m trying to set up WordPress on my web site server so I can flog my product (oooh, that sounds dirty)–I mean, so I can sell my books and stuff, but I can’t get it right! I can’t even log in. Keep getting messages that my password is incorrect. I even had the password automatically generated, and they say THEIR password is incorrect! I’m a-doing something wrong, but I don’t know what. *sigh* I’ll figger it out, eventually. Fortunately, I got my hair cut yesterday, so I can’t get a good enough grip to pull it out by the roots, and I got it cut all jaggy, so I totally can’t mess it up any worse than it’s supposed to be.

I’m at the Cafe on the Square this morning. I can’t seem to access my cPanel from the library–don’t know if it’s just coincidence or what, but I had no problem from here. Not that it’s done me much good…. Here is a picture of me at the cafe making a face of despair and frustration. Meh. At least I got a delicious chocolate mocha out of the visit. Also, Butchie was playing guitar. I didn’t expect that. They have live entertainment on Friday and Saturday night, but Butchie was here this morning, noodling around and playing classical pieces and improv on the guitar.

Whee! I did figure it out! Well, actually, I read my email more carefully and saw that something was case sensitive–duh!

Nathan just came in. He’s the young man who tried to get me started in wine making, the time I ended up with cherry glop instead of cherry wine–not his fault, by the way. Another case of my thinking I had read something when I had only half-read it. I need to get used to the idea that my old brain doesn’t work as well as it used to, and I can no longer assume that I’ve taken in all the meaning from a quick glance. I used to be able to do that, but I obviously can’t anymore. I never moved very fast, physically, and now my synapses are slowing down, too? What am I–turning into a tree?

Anyway, that’ll do for this morning. Now I need to get to work. Oh–in case your laptop ever stops typing the letter H and won’t backspace, try turning it upside down and giving it a good shake. It just worked for me.


writing exercise: You misread something and confusion ensues. Does it lead to a happy ending or a tragedy, a mystery or a farce or a romance or a close call?

No, I don’t have my printer working right. I’m celebrating my book video. I made it all my own little self. It’s lame, I know–no sound, no film footage, no special effects, but I did it.

Sword and Sorceress book trailer
My story is on page 192. <grin>


Here is where I ramble on about whatever happens to fall through my mind. I also have a professional site, where I post about my books, stories, news and appearances. Every month, I post a “Hot Flash” there–a story or prose poem of about 50 words. I hope you enjoy your visit. –Marian Allen

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